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Sunday, July 01, 2007

Fiction, From A Friend......

My good friends, you can call her N. She wrote this...and I enjoyed. I hope you do too. And again, the Sox, that team from Boston, are stuck on one run on this Sunday afternoon. SO FAR! Don't forget!! Stay away from the woods....read on...............

INTERLOPERS

Once upon a time, there were two very good friends.The boy’s name was Robby and the girl's name wasAmanda. They were only 5 years apart. Hope was just10, and Robby was 15. They both liked to play hide andgo seek outside, in the lush green meadow rightoutside of Robby’s house. There was a dark forestsurrounding the field they loved to play in, and theforest, as some village people believed, was haunted.But as kids were those days, they always liked scaryand mysterious things, and stories that were told bytheir grandfathers and grandmothers late at night,when the wolves howled and the moon was full and high.As children do sometimes, they always dared each otherto do the most dangerous things, so Robby dared Hopeto go into the forbiddingly dark forest. She wasn’tabout to show him her fear of the dark and thecreatures that might lurk within the shadows of theforest. So she went in, and Robby, upon her command,followed. As they searched their way through the thicktrees, the hour grew late, and the feeling of someonewatching them with hungry and terrifying eyes was bornwithin their minds. Hope grew impatient of the dare,and yearned for the moment when they finally wouldleave the forest. The moon was now high and brightabove their heads and the depressing cries of a lonelywolf had muted the rustling sound of the leaves thatwere tossed around by the scarcely noticeable wind.That bright orb in the sky made the forest moremysterious than it already was. Mist had fallen,surrounding them, and the spots of bright light shinedon the trunks of the trees, eerily illuminating them.Unsure of anything, they moved toward the other sideof the forest, and they sensed a sudden and annoyingfeeling that somebody or something was following them.And it was at that moment that Robby decided they hadgone far enough. They should turn back before theyreally DO get lost in this cursed forest. When theymade the slow and somehow impatient turn back, whatthey saw was something that was incredibly disturbing.What they saw was disturbing enough to make them dropto their knees in berefit. And now darkness wasstaring them straight in the eyes. And they, in thatnoteworthy moment, declined the thought to walk to theother side of the forest. As one of them took a stepforward, the things they feared most had appeared,ghostly and terrifying. The gleaming eyes of thewolves had interrupted their way. The hungry growlsand the pearly white teeth cast a deadly scene, whichcaused Robby and Hope to take one more step back onlyto find a close friend of their enemy. The beast stoodbehind them. And at that moment, two children seemedto be a lovely meal for the hungry wolves, but theywere left disappointed and yearning for blood. As thewolves kept their full attention on Hope, Robby wasset free of the animals gaze. The creatures could waitno longer. One leaped and sank his teeth into Hope’ssoft flesh surrounding her neck. And as Robby slowlybacked away from the attack and the screams of aninnocent child, Hope’s gaze fell upon his blue eyes.He realized he couldn’t leave her there, but savinghis own life was at that moment his first priority. Sohe ran, ran as far and as fast as he could, no matterhow hard the branches of the thick trees scarred hisface. And he didn't stop, not even when the only thingthat was on his mind was Hope’s disapproving gaze. Hisfear and most unwanted dreams had, in fact, come true.He had dreamt that this would happen, a nightmare thatwas burned into his mind long ago, and the thing thatmade him wake up in his dream, made him want to breakout of his bone and flesh at that moment, was uponhim. It was a chance, but his legs couldn’t carry himfast enough for him to even try to get away. Thethought and the agony of the truth, and truth wasthis. No matter how hard he tried to run, he could notrun fast enough, and when he tried to move his legsfaster, it was as if they were moving in slow, hardmotions, and he could not run away no matter how hardhis desire might have been. The wolves had noticed therunning child and started after him, but the menacingpain and agony in their empty stomachs made them turnback on impact just before they caught up to him. Years have passed, and every single night, heawoke drenched in cold sweat to the loud screams ofHope, and the sight of her blood being spilled uponthe ground, fresh and flowing red, andthe sound of herflesh being torn from her bones. And he still wasrunning, running away from the decision he made, andthe fact that he can’t turn back and try to save hernow. Then one night, on the same night that she died,and under the same moon light, and by the same howl ofhungry wolves in the forest, she came. She came tohaunt him, and ask, why, oh why, did you make me diethat night, and why didn’t you turn back and try tosave me, even if that meant sacrificing yourself inthe process. He did not know…it was all too painful toremember. And now she will come every night, and makehim relive that night, every year, on the same day andhour. Unless she can look deep into her half eatenheart and try, and only try, to forgive him for whathe has done.

PETER here, and as I said before, please stay away from that shaded patch of woods with the strange rust-colored patches of earth....especially in the dead of night. With the bright but dead moonlight creating shadows of dread and death. I don't want to lose any more of my readers to.......to.......well, use your imagination.......if you dare.

6 Comments:

Hmm, id like to say that i very much apreciate that Peter decided to add this interesting piece of writing to his blog, means alot to me really. And well...when im saying this...id like to say it for all of you readers of this blog out there, that are fans of Red Sox, go Red Sox! Very nice blog, Petes...really.

Thank you CMN....and, my readers, she is the author of that chilling piece of fiction.....and I know she is a normal and stable person who just set out to write a creepy fiction short story. Hey N, great job!!!

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